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My creator has installed me with appropriate protocals to avoid crushing humans during embraces.

[Thinks about that for a moment, then shrugs.] Well, you're not that big, so what's the worst that could happen?

[She opens her arms. A hug would actually be kind of nice right now.]

Do not worry. So long as I am here you will be safe.

[ She very gently gives her a hug... and for a huge robot centaur lady? I's surprisingly warm. ]

[Holy crap this is an excellent hug. But it's not the hug that makes Mikaela unexpectedly tear up-- it's what the 'bot says.

None of the Autobots have ever said anything like that to her. It was Sam they worked to keep safe.

They expected her to take care of herself.

And that's why she starts crying on Orisa, wh-whoops.]

[ Luckily she is made of rust proof alloys! So there will be no lasting damage. Unluckily there is the crying.

Orisa cocks her head and kneels so she is mostly at eye level. ]

Are you unwell?

[ Her digitized voice conveys a remarkable amount of concern. ]

[Mikaela backs off a step, patting down her pockets looking for a napkin or something. No luck. She wipes her face with the palms of her hands, smearing her makeup. She's embarrassed and trying to get it under control.; the incredible concern in the robot's voice does not make that easier.]

Sorry! God, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-- to start crying like a baby like that. Are you gonna be okay, I didn't make a mess on your exoplating, did I?

No need to worry. My armor has been tested to withstand concussive blasts powerful enough to level several city blocks.

[ She pauses a moment and from some hidden compartment somewhere she produces a box of tissues. Her creator Efi has had allergies lately, so Orisa wanted to make sure she was prepared. ]

But I am more worried about you.

[She sniffles.] Concussive blasts and rust damage are two really different things, though. Rust'll eat you-- well, not you specifically, but maybe you, unless your anti-corrosives are really good.

[She takes a tissue-- a couple of tissues-- the box, and blots at her eyes.]

I'm not usually this weepy, sorry. I just-- 've had some shit going on, I guess. [A wavery laugh.]

Luckily you do not seem to be a hurricane. So I think I will be fine.

My name is Orisa. What is your name, new friend?

[She laughs into her tissue.] Okay, good point.

Oh, that's such a pretty name! Mine's Mikaela. Mikaela Banes.

Thank you! My creator, Efi, named me.

[ Orisa seems very proud! She loves Efi quite a bit. ]

It is very good to meet you Mikaela. I think we will be very good friends.

[Mikaela beams at her.] Thank you, Orisa. I hope so too.

And thank you for the hug. I, uh. [She sticks a couple of clean tissues into her pocket and hands the box back.] I guess I needed it, huh?